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Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Are you amped?
Firstly, I would like to direct you all to a wonderful rant about the faults of modern music. And, YES!, the person who wrote it actually knows something about music! She even plays the drums! Yay! Just read the damn thing, eh?_ _U
Secondly, I cannot believe it is already February. I'm still not used to the concept of going to school in the morning--I half expect it to still be summer vacation.O_O
It's crazy how time wizzes by without us, isn't it? Sometimes I wonder how I could possibly be anywhere beyond grade four. What happened while I wasn't paying attention??
And tomorrow we'll all be one day older, and wont even realize it 'til it's too late.
Thirdly, what in hell is up with this "school spirit" thing I keep hearing so much about? Some one explain it to me, please--I don't understand.
Fourthly, do you ever just get the feeling that something's different, and every one's known for a long time? Every one except you?
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Sunday, February 8, 2004
WOOT.
Raiko kicks ass. *faints* Oh, the vocals! Oh, the drums! Oh, the sleigh-bells! (that's right, you read correctly: sleigh bells)
Not meaning to be a bitch about it but...
NARUTO IS NOT CLICHE.
The Pillows kick ass. Shikamaru kicks ass. Ton-Ton the nin-pig kicks ass. Kakashi kicks more ass than all three combined, but kicks slightly less ass than Tsunade, who is Teh Everything Ninja and Drunk At The Same Time.^^
Kakashi-sensei is my hero.
I do not want to go to school tomorrow, and have to hand in my half-assed English assignment. Actually, it's not all that half-assed, because it's about methods of interrogation and torture/execution. That's right, you read correctly. (once again) *maniacal laughter*
I have to see Return of the King Again, but I think I'll leave after the part at the Green Dragon. Bleh...I was hoping it would end alot better than it did.
My young cousin got a toy crossbow, intact with the suction-cup arrows and everything. He and my sister kept trying to shoot at my beautiful, giant poster of Legolas. *stares for really long time* The evil little...*mutters something and wanders off*
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Happy Bivouac
Woot. I have come to the conclusion that Japanese music videos are as strange and utterly pointless as North American ones are.^_^ Heh. Just dled the video to Ride a Shooting Star. (Ride Shooting Star, whatever) It was...whack. But not wiggity whack.
Don'tcha just love those teddy-bear/beaver-like-creatures?? Karetachi wa tometo kawai desu, ne?!
Did that make sense?
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Saturday, February 7, 2004
Hmm...
I've been trying to come up with a decent intro to my "book" for a long, long time now...I don't know about this, however.
He could feel the sweat on his brow, the shoe slipping from his right foot. His palms grew sweaty, and he nearly tripped several times as he ran, but he did not stop. Even when he crashed into an elderly lady carrying her groceries in a large brown paper bag, and fell into the dirt. He scrambled frantically to his feet as people screamed curses behind him, unaware of his situation.
He could feel them gaining on him, their footsteps and fists drawing closer. There were people shouting after them now, too, but stopping and begging for help would not have amounted to anything. Any one with sense chose to stay out of street conflicts—they were more often than not fatal, and fought with such intensity and lack of restraint that it would have taken a wild boar to separate a skirmish once it started.
He felt his feet grow heavy and his head begin to spin. His breath came short and he began to wheeze. His chest tightened and he felt his entire body begin to falter. Not this. Not now. He squeezed his hands into fists, allowing his torn nails to dig into the flesh of his palms. He had to keep running. If nothing else, he had to keep moving. His vision began to blur and tears were streaming down his face. Spots of brilliant, multi-coloured light began to speckle his vision. He could no longer make out men from women, tell where he was going. His hearing grew echoed, and the noises of the street seemed to go far away. His vision failed. He could see nothing. All that he could do was try to keep running and hope he didn’t trip or hit anything or one. It failed.
His left foot twisted awkwardly, and he fell to the ground with a yelp. He dug his fingers into the dirt of the road, trying to bring himself to his feet. He was blind and practically deaf. He was tired. He could not breath, he could not move. He was going to die, and they were the ones who were going to kill him.
Well, yeah. Any tips/opinions would be much appreciated.^^
Thanking you very much.
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We-rid.
Not much to say at the moment, aside from the fact that the last Naruto chapter was too short. *cries* Wooh!! Go Kiba and Akamaru!! Kick those stupid disciples of Orochimaru's asses!^^
Another thing: Why is it that online, when guys say "brb", they specify if they're going to the bathroom? Almost any guy I've ever spoken to online does this. Sort of really obscure, but I find it quite weird. O.o
"Be right back--gotta go take a shit." I mean, we don't need that kind of information...*sweatdrop*
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Friday, February 6, 2004
Wow.
Wow. I actually had a good day. You know, the kind of day where nothing goes wrong, and you're not stressed out at all, and if anything did, you wouldn't care? Well, today was one of those rare, rare days. Aside from the dissapointment of not getting to see a movie on the Omnimax screen at the OSC, and the irritation of having to comb the OSC for some one who chose to wander off during the trip...today was good.
Seeing as it was "activity day" at school, every one went on various fieldtrips. I, along with three friends of mine, went to the OSC. I haven't been there in AGES, of course, so it was all basically new to me. Even though the computers are all terribly old and stuff...it was fun. The static ball is the greatest thing ever, even though it didn't make my hair go all on-end. *mutter*
Of course, when we got back, one friend and I, due to some confusion, ended up waiting around in the slush and sleet for two and a half hours for another person to get back from their little expedition.
Then, nobody remembered the dice for our D&D game, so we ended up playing "Amped" for hours. And hours. And hours.
"Amped" is actually a snowboarding videogame with a terribly "hip" soundtrack, full of "crappy hooks" as Sammie put it. I agree in full. Anyway, it's a kickass game, and we even managed to create a character who looked like Naruto (somewhat), though she was a girl...
And I have decided that I am going to invent a game called "Uber-Ninja Killer Snow Boarding of Death." ^__^ The point? To kunai as many people as possible, while doing tricks on a virtual snowboard, and fighting evil enemy Shinobi. *maniacal laughter* With lots of blood...blood, precious...
And, so, I leave you with this:
Their was a young woman who's stammar,
Was attrocious, and so was her grammar.
But they were not improved,
When her husband was moved,
To knock out her teeth with a hammer.
Woot. Gorey all the way.
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Thursday, February 5, 2004
 Are YOU a witch?
The major signs of being a witch are as follows:
-having red hair
-having unusual eyes (considering the time and location of this list's origin, this would imply that any one who was Asian would have "unusual eyes") i.e. green, black or gray eyes, or oddly shaped eyes
-having a strange skin colour (once again--it's horribly racist, but don't take offense^^"), whether it be naturally or from an affliction
-having birthmarks/beauty marks/moles/freckles
-spinning in circles
-having any kind of deformation
-dressing in dark colours
-owning a black animal
-being too fond of any animal
-chanting under one's breath
-talking to one's self
-making strange symbols (as in drawing them)
-possesing knowledge of medicine
-(one of my favourites-->)not attending church, or denying the existance of "God"
-spending alot of time around trees O.o
There are others...I'll add them if I remember them. Trees...O.o
Oh, and check out The Biography of Glutinous Rice Snacks, at my friend Sammiechan's blog.
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Wednesday, February 4, 2004
Pshoo...
It occurs to me that I don't have a "name" yet...XD Maybe I just don't remind any one of anybody. Haha...
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*groan*
Have you ever had a "conversation" with some one that ends in both parties saying "What?" at least three times? *sigh* Sometimes, I wonder how the world is able to communicate at all.
It's not as bad as what happened in class today, though...XD
My friend: The school was also situated next to a church, which could mean that they were closely linked, throughout that time period.
Teacher: Just because this one school was next to a tree, it doesn't mean that it had anything to do with the school system in general.
My friend: I said that it was next to a church.
Teacher: The schools were not all built next to trees! This school just happened to have one.
O.o Talk about communication issues. Aiya...church. Tree. They don't even sound similar! ><"
There was a basketball tournament at my school today, so we ended up watching it (not by choice, mind you) for an hour. And I have come to these conclusions:
1. Having names on the back of your jursies does not make you the best team.
2. Alterinatively, wearing black does.
3. My school's basketball team is skinny, utterly silent during play, wussy, incredibly...bad at basketball (comparatively), and for some reason, almost completely Asian.
4. Other school's teams are tall, loud, violent, and equally bad at basketball.
5. When the other team misses a point, you hear, "Awww..." When our team misses a point, you hear, "AI~YAA! You SUCK!!!"
6. Similarly, when the other team gets a point, you hear, "YEAH! DAMN STRAIGHT!" When our team gets a point, you hear, "..."
Another serious issue: swearing out of context. A friend of mine has brought this up several times--apparently she knows some one who says things along the lines of "What the damn?!" Of course, this is utterly, utterly, unacceptable. Come on, people--if you are going to be rude, at least do it properly.
Wasabi snacks=^_____^.
Check out my website on its new, possibly more reliable, server.^^
GAH! PREFIXES?! Did I get that right?!
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Tuesday, February 3, 2004
 *sigh*
It occurs to me that I post alot. I don't know how I ought to interperate this--is it a sign that I am simply committed to this "blog" and community, or does it signify that I am a loser in need of a purpose?
Today, in class, the teacher brought up the subject of "too much homework". While my classmates complained of their lack of free time and inability to cope, I drew a picture. I overheard the entire conversation, people speaking of how they were weighed down with the pressure of their lives. And I wondered this: "How can you possibly fill three hours a day with homework?" I spend, on average, twenty minutes on homework, in homeroom or at lunch-hour...and I'm not exactly failing. It just seemed strange, that's all...O.o Ever feel like you've missed something important, and that every one else knows exactly what's going on and what's going to happen next? And that there's nothing you can do for yourself or any one else?
Far away, there are children starving in Africa. A few neighborhoods over, there are people starving in North America. There are people killing each other all over the world. And there are people trying to stop it. There are people saving people's lives, and changing the world. And all I have to do is type.
Maybe my cousin's right; maybe I do think too much.
o.o -?
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